Everything Has Retreated
Death of oneself flowers from remaining
un-attentive to your needs and continually
abandoning yourself. I have been this.
I can’t rely on any other person or promise
of materialism. Everything I used to like has
retreated from me because the spirit infused
into them was mine, and it’s lost.
I have to find my way far from here and
not lean on anything to keep me afloat.
I only feel growth of fear and second guessing
the longer I stay here.
I’ve said yes to so many deprecating things
And have let people use me just like the past
But I guess it makes sense that I did
because I’m still here in this town
With these people, with these memories.
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